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Chapter 2

It was now Hermione's 7th year at Hogwarts. "Watch out boys, this is my year." She thought to herself as she changed into a tight, lime green belly top with long sleeves and black flare pants. Over the summer, Hermione got prettier. Her once frizzy brown hair was dyed strawberry blonde and fell into graceful curls down her shoulders. She discovered eyeliner and it was now her favorite item, along with the blush that made her perfect-tooth smile seem even whiter. Hermione had sold her drab clothes and went on a shopping spree for new clothes which suited her toned, curvy figure so well.

"Honey! Are you awake? Your dad's going to drive you to the station in about 10 minutes! Hurry up!" Hermione's mom called up the stairs from downstairs. Hermione and her mother moved back to London when she was in the third grade. Her mother re-married to Neil and Hermione loved her stepfather more then anyone else except for her mom.

Before long, Hermione was walking into the station, silently laughing at all the guys who dropped their bags and stared at her as she walked by. She marched into Platform 9¾ with such an air of confidence, even she was surprised. Soon, she recognized a voice that made her heart jump.

"Harry, you prat. Of course it isn't Hermione. It couldn't be." A tall, muscular, guy with long, red-brown hair was pointing at Hermione with an amused look on his face, presumably from his idiotic friend.

"Ron! Harry! It is me! Good job Harry. Obviously, Ron is an idiotic prat for not recognizing his best friend!" Hermione ran up and hugged Ron (who looked shocked) and Harry (who was grinning his head off.)

"Hermione, you look...incredible." Harry didn't look so bad himself. He had grown taller and became more built. He didn't have that starved look anymore because the Dursleys had been killed by Voldemort's legion of Death Eaters during 6th year so now he lived by himself in London. His hair had grown messier (which looked great) and he had ditched the glasses, making his eyes look greener.

They marched onto the train, Ron staring at Hermione, still unable to believe it was her.

"Mione!!" a red-headed young woman collided with Hermione, "Hey Mione! I can't believe it's you! Oh my God! You look so gorgeous!" So did Ginny, of course. Ginny had looked gorgeous ever since her 5th year. Her once bright-red hair dulled to auburn with blonde highlights. The freckles looked so beautiful against her otherwise flawless skin.

They walked down the aisle of the train, trying to find an empty compartment. Finally, they found one at the back of the train but it was slightly occupied. They walked in on Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson making out.

"Excuse me; can we use this compartment please?" Hermione was still polite, even to Malfoy.

"Whoa! Potty, Weasel, where'd you get the hot girl and where can I get one?" Malfoy looked Hermione up and down with interest and Pansy gave her an evil look.

"I'd appreciate if you didn't talk about me like I'm not here, ferret face." Hermione walked in and pulled Pansy off Malfoy so he could get up.

"Granger? What the hell happened to you?! You know, not complaining but..." Malfoy got up and made his head boy badge noticeable.

"Malfoy?! Who'd you have to threaten to get that?" Harry pointed to the badge. Hermione gave the badge and evil look.

"You have GOT to be kidding me!" Hermione pulled her head badge necklace from underneath her shirt, "I have to live with HIM all year?"

Suddenly, Professor Dumbledore appeared behind Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione. "A word please, Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger."